one of these days, i won’t get carried away when it comes
to an asahi request. today is not that day.
i just have a lot of feelings about him and i may have
angsted a little and by a little i mean i spent like 3 nights on this and it’s
just shy of 4k words like @ me wtf
Asahi still thinks a lot about the first time you
spoke to him in his second year of high school. You had just transferred to Karasuno a week before that exchange,
assigned to sit in the empty desk next to his in class.You approached your desk, and him by proximity. You were
tall, probably only a few centimeters shorter than him, and easy on
the eyesof course. He’d never describe you as intimidatingly beautiful, but he never
hesitated to describe himself as someone intimidated by beauty—in a good
way—but still. He couldn’t bring himself to say anything to you and instead
offered a curt nod and a faint smile. You stared at him curiously but nodded
too before taking your seat.In that week, neither of you ever had a chance to say
anything to each other. Nearly every opportunity there would be to make even
small talk ended up filled by your other classmates. If they weren’t
enthusiastically asking you questions about whether or not you really were a
model (“Yup! But only for some catalogs and lesser known magazines at the
moment), they were determined to integrate you into their social circles before
anyone else could. Meaning, there were times when the bell would chime and only
a moment later, someone would already be chatting you up or whisking you off
elsewhere.
My first Haikyuu crush!!! Ugh he’s just so pure and sweet! This was beautiful!